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    Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4
    Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4
    Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4
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    Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4

    By Nellie Cake

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    Feudin banjos from the movie, Deliverance is echoing throughout the jail. The Feudin banjos was created the year I was born, 1955. City folks ridicule inbred Hillbillies in real life. I can't stand that movie, but we can't battle the framework the lion's share rules. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Raping, inbreeding and screwing creatures in Appalachia's mountains is valid.

    Hillbilly men screw the damnation out of women and animals, but so do ministers and city men in suits. I grew up with this wiped out poo with a lot of the men on both sides of my family. Family wants me to shut up about it all, but that's not going to happen. My mom's side of the family plays guitars, banjos, pianos, and accordions by nature with no lessons.

    I had an awesome grandma and awesome aunts who I loved spending the summers with and dad and mom practically had to drag me away from grandma, my aunts and uncles. We didn't have city garments mom and dad couldn't afford clothes for all of us. I wore hand me downs and mom's clothes. Hillbillies have huge families, mostly blood kinfolk, holler creatures.

    There are many dark secrets on both sides of the family, but if laundered in public family disowns me quick. I'm writing compliments of a two year stay with the County. Interbreeding was as common as moonshine, double barrels, Cock battles, and homegrown weed. We built outhouses and later put doors on them. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, but childhood was spent in Appalachian mountains with my debased Hillbilly family.

    My two older brothers, uncles and cousins assaulted and raped us girls convincing us it's our fault for enticing them. Dad believed all women are born whores and lure men. Explain to a nine year old what luring and a whore is. When the boys were caught trying to rape me or I snitched the family didn't want me around, I expose evil. There was no escape from dad's manhandling. Dad thought mom was screwing men.

    I know she tried because I took notes from mom to men, but no one sane could have blamed her. Dad was a Pentecost Oneness evangelist preacher, a volunteer fireman and medic working three days on and three days off. Dad also maintained the Dependable Fire Extinguisher and Equipment Company. Us kids worked with dad on his business and construction. He was a false prophet preacher Charlatan and hated me, but I adored him.

    I'm marked a preacher's daughter forever. I anticipated bad circumstances so I fled into the mountains with nature's peace with the exception of uproarious creatures. I was learning to write with a stick in the dirt so I can write about what men on both sides of our families were doing to my sisters and me. I can't talk about a lot of what went on, but if it happened to me or I saw it with my eyes I can and will.

    Everyone had large families and women of all ages were pregnant at the same time. Mom, aunts and grandma were having home births in different rooms. Normal was eleven to eighteen. Relatives were blood kinfolk inbreeding inside family. Grandma and grandpa were first cousins. Family originated in the mountains, but in dad's youth he was known in Winchester, Kentucky as a homeless alcoholic drug addict.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNellie Cake
    Release dateJun 6, 2018
    ISBN9780463270486
    Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4
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    Nellie Cake

    Howdy; I'm Nellie Cake and these are "Memoirs From My Outhouse." I write adult only, violence, murders, rapes, beatings, and nasty words. True stories of murders, crimes, violence, rapes, drugs, incest, alcoholism, inmates, stolen children, homelessness, and erotic murder thrillers. I have forty years of experience in these subjects and forty years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol. I'm an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly and ain't nothing wrong with that. I also write Erotic Murder Thriller series.People who write similar stories usually are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. Names were changed to get family and people from the past to shut the hell up. To be a real smart ass extended family is only mentioned. Hillbillies do make moonshine, grow weed, carry double barrel shot guns, and stay bare-foot. I guess city folk wants me to wash my cover all's more often. We don't eat the road kill lesson it's soft. If it's stiff the dogs get it.Four of my children were stolen like I'm a baby factory, the fifth became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I was kidnapped, beat and raped at nine then witnessed the same man beat, rape and my two nine year old Hillbilly girl-friends. i witnessed the brutal beating and murder of an elderly man.My second husband was a wannabe Clint Eastwood carrying and arson, beating on me and hunting me like an animal. Many pregnancies I lived in the snow then many years hitching in snow hunting for them. Drug dealing and exotic strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor's pardon.My stomach exploded and took a year to walk. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on me causing gangrene and took a year to walk. Worse case of MRSA in history took a year to walk. I maintained employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies, savagery, prisons, and northern winters.Life's accomplishments: I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I want a place for authors of any genre and victims of any crime to have a voice without family or people judging, preaching, bossing, and interfering.I understand they are Holier than me, but they make authors of my genre feel we're a bad image or influence on their precious perfect family. Every story I write is true. God is real, but He can not physically stop rapist, abusers, murders nor narcissist.It just wasn't working for me to be quiet all these years about so many rapes because I never told. So I started writing fiction, erotic murder thrillers. Morbid ways of killing all the men who raped me, and there were many, became my inspiration to write erotic murder thrillers.copyright 2018/Nellie Cake

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      Russian Watch...Muddy Waters Chapter 4 - Nellie Cake

      Chapter 4: Muddy Waters

      Mike said; We click, isn't it wonderful when two nymphs get together? I didn't know what I wanted except sex. Hence love or lust IS blind. Holding me in his arms was breathtaking. Before we went to the other room to be bad guys and run them off I said; I'm only trying to give away free coochie. Mike said; I want free coochie! We spared no feelings running them off. I did not see the signs of a narcissist. Charlotte said; You can't let loose of one action figure?

      I already gave her my huge gorgeous expensive prize bed doll for her mother. I intended on making it up to him just not at this moment. Whores are women who screw other women's men with no conscience. He wasn't with me because of lack of coochie. Mike wanted to stay, but I didn't want to lose my freedom, privacy and money. I wanted someone to screw while my bully daughter is in jail. She hates anyone who's a threat to her money and caretaker.

      I didn't go past that red light I stopped to service it then went flying down the wrong road. Wining and dining that's high maintenance? A Big Mac would be a step up. No one brings anything to my proverbial plate. He keeps the work money when there's work though it's Ole' Blue we tear up doing the jobs. Mike wears white boxers from prisons they're cute on him and he loves them ugly things. I didn't know they were prison underwear, another red light I passed.

      My expectations of a perfect Prince has to be lowered a lot. We kicked everything off my huge waterbed. Next day when we took a breather I asked him if he wanted to stay. I meant while Micky was away. I should hang him by his dick and balls in the woods. He wasn't the Romeo he thought he was. I learned too late that he cared deeply about everything I owned. He didn't get away with everything because God and I are telling on everyone!

      He has a perfect six pack, a huge dick and sex was awesome. I bought him another quart of beer, another red I passed. His ex-girlie friends say, His dick is small. What do they have as a coochie Grand Canyon? He has the equipment let's see if he knows how to use it. I gave hundreds of action figures to Nicholas. Micky may get past me being with someone, but not spending our money on beer. Micky makes me buy alcohol for her and her friends. They party and destroy the house.

      He constantly kisses all over me giving me huge hickeys. No one can keep this romantic poo up for long. He rectifies everything before it boils in my mind. Mike is open with affection, Micky resents this. This will be the first Christmas or holiday I've spent with someone. Micky takes her presents and money then leaves. Halloween was our night out, but she out grew holidays with me in search of parties, boys, friends, alcohol, and smokes.

      Mom's day, 2005 Micky is sentenced to five weeks in the Jack. I fell asleep, but was still writing when I woke I had written, I have closed all doors to my daughter. My description of my daughter is shameful, truthful and heart breaking. I've seen on several occasions that Micky would bury me out back. I'm trying to keep Micky's Faith in me and mine in her intact, but she wasn't making it easy believing in her. I've tried to be the optimist cheerleader in her life.

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